The great poet sighs and fifteen thousand butterflies escape from her throat.
The aroma of greatness is like musk ox and chartreuse. When the great poet closes her eyes all the lightbulbs of the world flicker momentarily.
The great poet stretches out in an easy chair and the creases in his velveteen smoking jacket whisper sonnets to each other.

The great poet……..

 

The goat poet loathes the company of others

 

The great poet needs to know his greatness exists in the minds of others

 

The great poet lifts his pen; dust motes turn circles in time.

 

The great poet tumbles forwards forever through the cosmos

 

The great poet upholds to wisdom of the ancients

 

The great poet was last seen dragging his robes into chthonian darkness

 

The great poet broods over life’s great mysteries

 

In silent erosion the great poet sits and waits contemplating oblivion’s arrival 

 

If you see the great poet tell him we’re looking for her…